Wednesday, January 10, 2018

#asmsg #BookQW is surprise! #Tirgearr steamy romantic suspense

Book Quote Wednesday's word is surprise. The excerpt below is from Unholy Alliance in a scene between attorney Grady Fletcher and his detective, Maeve. Does this new case reflect the grizzly case that framed his former client, Tori?

“Good
morning, Grady. Say hello to our new case.” Maeve slapped down paperwork, the
beginnings of a new murder book. His private investigator had seen it all. Homicides,
suicides, assaults, and no amount of horror could come as a surprise.

He
slid onto his chair in front of crime photos. “This can’t be.” His heart pounded
like a wild animal bursting to be free. “Victim has broken teeth, lodged in her
throat.”

“The
pattern mirrors Irene Brennan.” She scowled.

“Who’s
our new client?”

“A
handyman. Samuel Peterson repaired a leaky toilet at the Winter’s home
yesterday afternoon. He left prior to the murder of Rose Winter.”

“A
rose on ice,” he said, referring to this morning’s headline on the front page
of the Los Angeles Globe. The body of
the victim, found on her white marble floor, lay at an odd angle, arms and legs
flung out like Raggedy Ann. Her shoulder length hair of dyed burgundy
surrounded her head in a puddle of her own blood and scattered long-stem roses.
“Rose Winter’s features were smashed.”

“Beaten
to a pulp,” Maeve said.

“Her
husband, Dr. Joseph Winter, is missing.” Joseph Winter, Ph.D. taught a class in
urban planting at Cal State Long Beach, but more importantly conducted research
for the department of agriculture. “Dr. Winter and his laptop hold secrets
vital to national security.”

“Maybe
Rose Winter held back his location.” She removed the lid and sipped coffee from
the cup.

He
sank in his chair staring at the white board where she scrawled key events.

“Yes,
and then Sam Peterson left.” As if it were an everyday occurrence, Maeve adjusted
the purple scarf around her neck. “Mrs. Peterson phoned us. Assured me her
husband has no hidden talents. Sam isn’t a secret novelist or computer nerd. He’s
a struggling black handyman supporting a family of four.”

A
text message pinged again. This time he read it aloud. “Tori Morningstar. Says
her food truck is open for business.”

“Great,
team up. You’re both on Seamus McGinn’s tail.” Maeve gathered her purse and two
four-inch binders.

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I do my best to blend fast-paced action with personal struggles and tender romance. Romantic suspense is my genre, and I write for Tirgearr Publishing in Ireland. Deadly Alliance has a release date of February 2016. I'm writing the sequel, Alliance of Liars.